"The Dragon"

with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe

Workday done, my body weary, at my P.C., eyes all bleary

As I sifted through the macro porn I'd overlooked before.

Double-clicking, scrolling, paging, tales of giant beasts rampaging,

Scenes of riotous rampaging, cities crumbling by the score,

"Now, how would it be," I mused, "to witness such a beast of lore?"

Then I chuckled, "yeah, right; sure."

How I'd love to see a dragon! The ground rumbling, cracking, sagging,

Under mighty, razored talons, the earth quaking to its core!

Heavy tonnage bulging, flexing, the gigantic creature vexing

The integrity of countryside, compacted forest floor

Liquefying under its great bulk, the ground abused and sore--

A beast no one could ignore!

I let out a laugh most jolly and recovered from my folly;

I was sure nothing draconic would come tapping at my door.

Just that moment the lights flickered, my desk shook and then I snickered,

Reminiscing where my thoughts had gone so foolishly before.

"'Tis a tremor, or a truck," I mused, "'tis that and nothing more."

Still, I had to look outdoors.

So I went and turned the handle, guessing thunder, truck or vandal

Would then greet my gaze when I peeked out my modest little door.

It took a moment to sink in; my legs turned into gelatin

As I craned my neck, observing something nature should abhor—

For I should not see a dragon towering right outside my door,

Looming ten feet and fivescore!

There is really nothing sadder than a grown man's voiding bladder

Soiling trousers as his sweat erupts from every quaking pore.

The titan lowered down its head and sniffed me—I thought I was dead—

But it simply snorted, rising back to where it was before.

Then the golden, monstrous giant let loose with a mighty roar—

My pants filled a little more.

The beast then stepped right over me, reducing my home to debris,

Simply crushing it as one would stamp an insect on the floor.

Its huge slitted eyes were beaming, floors collapsing, tenants screaming.

It did not take much to change the entire neighborhood's décor;

One great swipe had decimated my home building's seven floors—

And my neighbors were no more.

The dragon then looked down at me, flexing its foreclaw mightily,

Grinning evilly as though it was proud of the great uproar.

Feeling quite disoriented, I thought I'd gone half demented;

For its belly was now overhead—but 'twas its head before!

As it planted its claws firmly, four more buildings fell before—

It was growing; I was sure.

Now directly 'neath the titan, there's no question I was frightened!

Trapped beneath a golden mountain fifty stories tall or more!

I now could smell his rich male scent, his bulge stretching his belly vent,

The gargantuan slit in his belly opened even more.

It was clear now that from me the dragon wanted something more—

Oh, dear heaven, he wants more.

A massive thrust of muscled hips, his penile gap opened like lips;

Trickling, sticky, musky fluid gushed out in a great downpour.

His spongy flesh emerged outside; his giant glans was ten yards wide!

And the titan was still growing even larger than before.

I was frozen still, dumbfounded; I was awestruck to the core!

And his shaft extended more.

Another flex of his great rump, his shaft dropped with a thund'rous thump;

It was churning ground like a bulldozer toiling at its chore.

The monstrous penis telescoped; I didn't move—I was a dope!

There the monolithic member scooped me off the earthen floor,

And I slid into his penis, deep into his organ's bore—

Its engorgement swelling more.

I didn't care for this a bit. I made my way toward the slit

As the giant's lubrication flowed all o'er the fleshy floor.

I prayed for purchase with my hands and tugged myself up on the glans;

'Twas now tight and firm and rigid, sixty feet across or more!

I could hear its surface stretching; veiny, brick-red flesh galore—

The beast growing all the more.

He grunted hard, his shaft then bounced, against his belly I was flounced,

Then the monolithic dragon lowered his rump even more.

With measured and colossal thrusts, he humped the ground with roaring lust;

His shaft pulverized the rubble, there erasing the eyesore

That had once been our humanity a few short hours before—

But, alas, not anymore.

My god! It was a spectacle! The beast's enormous testicles

Lowered from the belly cavity onto the earth's crushed floor.

They surged and sloshed with titan's seed, the dragon pumped with lust and need

And the rubble became musky mud as preseed did outpour

Monstrous veins as wide as highways made his shaft swell even more—

In his cock, hot blood did roar.

The dragon's glans was warm and slick, and though it was ten stories thick,

I no longer could find purchase on his penis anymore.

Inexorably down I went, into the beast's great, gaping vent

And again I slid into the cavern of his mighty bore

His urethra's huge diameter was thirty feet or more!

And 'twas growing, evermore!

The monolith lifted his tail and angled down his fleshy nail;

Exponential was his growth as he prepared for his huge chore.

He plunged his shaft into the crust, expanding as it fired his lust,

His penis a leviathan, thick, heavy and hardcore.

And he roughly fucked the cities, countries, continents and more—

The whole planet was his whore.

While trapped inside the slipp'ry cave, I pondered how my life to save,

Knowing I would be a goner when seed thundered through his bore.

His pulse rumbled with every beat, and trillions of tons of cock meat

Thrusted mightily; then I heard a sound deep in his shaft's core

So I hollered to the dragon, "Oh, please spare me; I implore!"

Though I knew I'd be ignored.

Tight with pre-orgasmic tension, big beyond my comprehension,

The great penis shuddered in its final thrusts; one, two, three, four.

I then began to softly cry; a wall of semen nine miles high

Filled the cavern where there had only been musky air before.

So softly said repentance, for I knew I was done for.

Whiteness, heat; then nothing more.

He shuddered in his passioned throes, his seed seeping through volcanoes

As the tiny earth filled with his thick and hot masculine gore.

The planet bulged at every seam, impregnated with pearly cream

The primordial soup from which all life forms had begun before.

Then unfurling his great wings, into the ether he did soar—

Quoth the dragon, "Nevermore."